02 January, 2016

Cold Pastoral - The New Yorker

Cold Pastoral - The New Yorker:

Brian was handsome and smoked the same amount as me, and sometimes in the morning, I’d wake up and smile first thing because he made me feel safe.

In March, he died. I was microwaving instant Thai soup when I got a call from his best friend, asking if I knew which hospital he was at.

“Who?” I said. “Brian,” he said. “You haven’t heard?”

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